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sentiment of flowers. 
and lovers. Percival, in writing of the 
Sentiment of Flowers, thus sings :— 
In Eastern lands they talk in flowers, 
And tell in a garland their loves and cares ; 
Each blossom that blooms in their garden bowers 
On its leaves a mystic language bears. 
The rose is the sign or joy and love, 
Young blushing love in its earliest dawn ; 
And the mildness that suits the gentle dove, 
From the myrtle’s snowy flower is drawn. 
Innocence shines in the lily’s bell 
Pure as a heart in its native heaven ; 
Tame's bright star and glory’s swell 
13y the glossy leaf of the bay are given. 
The silent, soft, and humble heart, 
In the violet's bidden sweetness breathes; 
And the tender soul that cannot part, 
A twine of evergreen fondly wreathes. 
The cypress that darkly shades the grave, 
Is sorrow that mourns its bitter lot ; 
And faith that a thousand ills can brave, 
Speaks in thy blue leaves, forget-me-not. 
Then gather a wreath from thy garden bowers, 
And tell the wish of thy heart in flowers. 
The Lady Mary Wortley Montague is 
